"Oh!"

Of all the places to get a magical artifact of matter displacement Reyanrd leads her to a vending machine. You know, like you do. Some of them look nearly identical to the smartphones dominating the tech world of human culture today. Hazel selects one of the devices programmed into what looks to be an iPhone and smiles when the machine deposits one into a slot right next to her hand.

"How convenient. But how does it work? Teleportation is no simple magic, surely. Is it safe?"